As many know, Austin enjoyed walking. And yet it was still a surprise to me when my innocuous query of "how was your Friday" was met with the following email response:

"I walked to Evanston... with detours... from Hyde Park. I'm pretty sore, as you might guess! It was beautiful, though. A clear and warm night - what more could you ask for?"

Though I did a double-take upon reading 'to Evanston' I did not doubt for an instant that Austin had inadvertently ended up walking into Evanston on a nighttime ramble. http://tinyurl.com/lv8tmej (ed: make sure to zoom out to see the whole route) is the route he remembers taking-- detours indeed, loops to different beaches and outlets with a good view of the lake and evening sky. What more can you ask for- Austin was so happy and content. Knowing this makes me happy.

...And then, after having walked for 7 hours from 5pm to 2am, "And when I took the CTA back, the guy sitting next to me became convinced that I was an undercover FBI operative". That cracks me up every time. Oh, Austin.